We don’t meet people by coincidence. We don’t meet them at a party, in a library or in a museum of rocks. We don’t meet them in hallways carrying books as if helping them when those fall from their hands is a deja vu. We don’t meet them by accident that we tend to believe bumping in a rush was made by fate or probably, destiny is a giver this time.
We don’t know why we meet them and get attached the moment we realize they’re just meant to stay that way — for us to meet them but for them to leave us after all.
We don’t know why, we don’t know how, but we just meet them. We don’t know anything at all right after we met. Maybe, there was a spark, a magnet that pulled us closer, or Cupid’s broken arrows that bowed us in a wrong lifetime.
We don’t know why, we don’t know how. We just don’t know.